“What you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am by myself. There are and will be a thousand princes;
Author: Decker
Usually bemused by the current nuttiness of the modern world and attempting to maintain my wits by writing about it all
One Word Of Truth…The Months of their Scamdemic
As the cement heads, in a drunken stupor, stumble their way into the new year, their bags of Christmas gifts haven’t been emptied just yet,
The Dark, Bitter World of Pain from these shysters
As the pharma companies do what they do best, taking the stake and driving it right into heart of those they purport to help, bewildered
The Same Old Song and Dance – The months of their scamdemic
It’s the gift of laughter, hearty handshakes and slaps on the back that keeps giving, and it continues to be provided in the form of
Look Away – The months of their scamdemic
The never-ending parade of dickheads in government and corporate media continue to cast their incantations of madness to and fro, with the unwashed’s sustained dedication
Sunday Baroque
“Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life
Dispatches from the Asylum 